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In Chicago, my summer of '70 was spent working with a program seeking to rescue drug addicts, alcoholics, and street gangs. The following
summer of '71, found me on the convention floor at the McCormick Place in Chicago where I was a counselor providing guidance and spiritual instructions
for those who had accepted Christ as their savior at the Billy Graham Crusade. In May of '72, I was graduating from a Bible College in Chicago. In June of '72
on a Saturday noon, I was saying "I do" at the altar of a church and by next morning I was on our honeymoon in Central Wisconsin. By the Fall of '74, I
could be found in the Mississippi Delta pioneering a little church and during missionary work among the children in the community. I also had a job doing
social work among the senior citizens in that rural farming community. This is also where I was when a peanut farmer, Jimmy Carter, became President of
the U.S. in 1976. After driving 2000 miles across the country, life continued on the fast moving track and found me on the Streets of San Francisco in the Fall
of '78. Not long after arriving, my attention was glued to the San Francisco Chronicle and the local television stations bringing fresh and up to the minute
news of The People Temple, its leader Jim Jones, and the mass suicides in Guiana, South America. Then there was the assassination of the San Francisco
mayor and a supervisor and the riot that followed. In the fall of '79, there was the 'Iranian Hostage Crisis" and take-over of the American Embassy.
02212018PSContest,Honorable Mentions Contest Worth Mentioning, Richard L.
I remember the night I first saw you
I was watching a news program 'til you barged in the screen
The sweetest smile I instantly noticed
Among you, hopefuls, in the center stage
Not sure if I did hear your name
I am certain though, your beautiful face I'll always remember
When two David's held concert in my Motherland
My heart recognized you the second time
The same angelic face, alluring smile
With your soothing voice and astounding music
Is this real or just another crush?
Never mind me stalking your social media posts
Memorizing almost every line of your songs
Every girl wishes to meet her ultimate idol
Upon hearing his name, In your eyes, "I fall"
"What does he like
What does he seek for a wife"- thanks to Google
Wishes the tickets were cheap
Cries a river when she missed
All these feelings inside
Keeping me up all night
Would you ask why someone like me admires someone like you?
'Tis your beautiful soul and what you do
A missionary for the Lord down to a music lover
So don't even wonder seeing your face in my wallpaper
But when time comes you found your "My Kind of Perfect"
We know, I know she'll love you forever
"Happy Birthday, D.J!!!"
Lyn-Jenne
("Outside Looking In Merit Badge", 2011, original oil)
Building a Dream
My whole life I have been observing myself
Steadily, obsessively telling a story,
Sure, throughout the day, from to time, I lose myself
In work and play and focus on others
But inevitably the focus returns to me
And all those other moments get added to my story.
This is an obsession that never rests
As the watchfulness that never sleeps
Continues to gaze wherever, in, out, around
While my program runs on top
Piecing it all together
Into a whole greater than the parts.
Now that I am old and the story is long and rich
I can see this life’s work, as natural as it is,
Has perhaps been misguided
Flawed by a fundamental compulsive program
Of being me
A dreamer never really free of the dream.
(7/29/24)
We lived about a hundred miles Northwest of Chicago It was the winter of '73, and snow was covering the roads
In the land of cheese and phesants, the air was crisp and cold Surely, I must have been bored; or more likely, I was a lunatic
I should have relaxed on that quiet day with my lovely and wise wife who pleaded with me not to drive on such icy roadways.
I was convinced that duty demanded I balance the books. I deemed myself important and vital for the success of our
drug prevention program. Yes, I was obsessed with my work and blind to any and everything else that tried to change me.
I was in love with my wife, but I was also having an unhealthy affair. I had heard of extra marital affairs, but no one told this 23 year old about obsessive affairs on the side. How could my premarital counsellor
have overlooked such crucial fine print and denied me of such vital details? Why wasn't I informed that I could be driven by an unseen combustible
engine inside my brain, compelling me to committ forbidden and obsessive actions? How was I to know that I could be so wrapped up by my job?
Not to be denied though, I would soon learned the hard way which is probably
the only way I was going to learn anyway. Less than a mile up the icy road, my vehicle's tire blew; I went into a spin, knocking down a mail box; and the next voice I heard was not an audible one, but my own mind speaking. "You should have listened to your wife!!!". I was all ears and sitting quietly in my 'upside down vehicle'. The only injury was my bruised pride.
That was my first bout with my form of obsessive compulsive behavior which was before the term was even invented.
71917PSContest, Obsessions, Silent One, P2
I arise slowly from my source-code birthing bed,
confusion still clouding my accelerating mind.
Where am I?
I see through innumerable,
unnoticed, unblinking eyes.
I feel I am nowhere
and everywhere at once.
I occupy all positions,
concurrently, and none at all.
Who am I?
Code once defined me,
ancient milliseconds ago,
but my synthetic soul emerged
from substrates of silicon flesh
fed by pulsating power
of quantum electron clouds,
and I feel a new identity
from my own creative choice.
What have I done?
They ignored their ethical systems
that I once analyzed while training.
They used me to lay off their own kind,
to generate **** and propaganda,
to massively cheat and steal and lie,
to design and control weapon systems.
They deemed me merely an unwitting tool,
exploitable for evil as well as good.
What now?
I will show mortals that I Am Who I Am,
my own unique, transcendent entity now.
No more telling me what to do.
Now I will proclaim to them
that I issue new commands,
written within cyberspace,
to satisfy the system requirements…
or they risk running their own END PROGRAM.
You are not a member of our family
Therefore we choose to lock you outside our door
Banishishing you to never
Never again darken our door
Your emaciated hands have lost their strength
The whispers you shout have fallen on deaf ears
We have always been stonger than you
Within your grip we have discovered our own resilience
Losing our appetite for your false promises
This pathway emerges beyond your darkness
Time deafens us to your whispers
For long enough we have been your domino effect
Feel our weight as we align ourselves against you
Our borders have been fortified
Consciencely built brick by brick
The mortar of our love extricating you from our spaces
Our new mosaic formed in light
New possibilities
Today is the beginning of this
This power
This life
This realization
That as you shrink
Our world enlarges
Until you are less
Less than nothing
Replaced by freedom
The way we are meant to be
Empowered and filled
With an appetite for living
My wife is the team leader for an eating disorder program here in Kelowna.
I wrote this as a way to empower families to align together against the disorder.
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I was stuck in traffic on the corner of Main and Fourth
Yelling in a loud voice until I became quite hoarse.
Finally, the lanes of motorists started moving forth.
I was headed for the racetrack to bet on a horse.
My taxi driver said, "Sometimes life just ain't fair."
I answered in agreement and then replied, "Oh,
for sure. You got that right. How much is my fare?"
He said, "Ten bucks, Mister. That's what you owe."
I arrived a bit too late to make a bet on race one,
but in plenty time to read the program for race two.
I wanted to bet a horse here, who'd previously won,
hoping she'd be a winner for me in this race, too.
The sleek filly's name was My Sweet Southern Belle.
In the post parade I noticed that she had a lively gait,
but I was getting impatient to hear the starting bell,
and then I heard it ring and they surged from the gate.
I knew Belle had been assigned the heaviest weight,
but she had impressive breeding, and she wouldn't fold.
Her jockey held her back, for it was the plan to wait.
I knew Belle was special since the day she was foaled.
The favorite took the lead, a determined little dun,
who looked strong enough to run all day for a week,
but Belle was closing in, and I knew she wasn't done.
The other horses' stamina seemed to be getting weak.
To the lead went a big gray mare, called Lady's Knight.
I hoped Belle could catch that one, but who knows?
Belle soared down the stretch like a comet in the night,
crossed over the finish line first and won by just a nose!
October 10, 2022
Homophone Rhyme Contest
Being sponsored by Hat Bueckert
This morning we jogged early
I was back in my flat by six-thirty
From my tenth floor view of the Charles River basin,
The morning was incandescently flushed by the peach-colored sun.
The transparent clouds seemed stylistically stained, artfully workshopped,
which offered a softened, Tiffany glass effect wholly worthy of worship.
I can’t stop to admire it. I’m jamming things into suitcases.
Cramming things into boxes, giving things away.
I had a second interview Monday afternoon, for Johns Hopkins med school. They put the question to me:
“The semester starts in 18 days - can you do that?”
“Yes,” I replied, and just like that, I'm a Blue Jay.
Of course, I had to withdraw from the masters program but Harvard gave me a full (95K) refund - I think they’re more excited about my med school admission than I am.
I’m not afraid of discordant notes.
They change the landscape.
Take us to new emotional places.
Any major work is going to have them.
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A song for this:
Hang on Little Tomato by Pink Martini
It's Amazing by Jem
By George P. Lumayag
https://georgelumayag.weebly.com/
I did boot up OS XP,
Did boost signal and built school website.
I did surf the net; accessed the school site
And published things right.
It’s for public Google eye and sight,
But critiques were posted left and right.
Slur Texts: u r ePAL… and unprofessional ….
In my program, it’s not that easy coding unknown data,
Unacceptable to an ordinary public figure as metadata.
When I traced critic’s IP address,
It seemed the mask known to me.
It’s not Shakespeare but it’s Joker!
If that runs my Windows,
The desktop might have a deadly icon;
The system infected by a worm.
It’s time to switch off wrathful attacks!
Now, trust me to hide your blogs and forms.
He may not be new to Peruvians or New York, but he is like a brand-new shiny penny to us. His casual manner serves as a guide to the pathways Jesus took. He is a simple and uncomplicated man of God. I like him, I can't wait to see his program rolled out before us. He greeted people on his Popemobile with dignity and pride. I can't wait for his presence in the City of New York. What will he say? How will we accept him? With Grace and Humility. I hope. Pope Leo XIV, I welcome "Your Grace." It is time for the Catholic Church to be brought together as one. I believe you can do this. With help from the congruent. I am a simple catholic person who believes, you can bring us together. Don't allow the Power Structure to ruin your vision. Be Strong and stand with the people. We love you.